One Year...
Sleeping on couches. Waiting for skies to clear. Bribing lifties. Breaking shovels. Hiking. Sledding. Searching. Shooting. Scoring. Crashing. Dreaming. Chugging coffee. Missing luggage. Losing friends and finding new ones. Dragging knuckles. Sunscreen. Leash laws. Hiding from security. Tire chains. Ignoring 'slow signs'. Passport stamps. Bar'd Up. Fuckin' alarm clocks. Exaggerated stories. Talking shit. Wind burn. Racoon tans. Frostbite and frozen fingers. Fear. Excitement. Paranoia. Tuning and detuning. Tightening screws. The subtle sound of falling snow. Language barriers. Road trips. Google maps. First Lift. Last lift. Drinking yourself sober. Liquid lunches. Scary toilets. Powpow. Working as little as possible. Riding as much as possible. Learning new tricks. Mending broken parts. Creaking joints. Flat landings. Moguls. Making up slang. Frantically sweeping snow off your goggles in hope of seeing where you're going. Shitting your pants. getting even higher. Concussion. Speedboats and jager bombs. Not caring how cold it is. Gay bladers. Debating but never calling 'last run'. Blowing off all reponsibility. Barely being able to walk the day after refusing to call it quits.
Wondering how people who don't ride survive.
